I'm almost reaching the maximum level of evil god, and you're advising me to change my job

It's just dawn.

Contract 18 The city will be revived.

The first to wake up are the students who got up early to go to class.

They are young and lively, or they are tired and sleepy, numbly devoting time to school.

"I will never stay up all night playing games again."

"Too tired."

Huang Ye and the others walked out of the Internet cafe haggardly.

His face was oily, dry and yellow, his eyes were thickly rimmed, and he looked listless.

Bring the fried dough sticks buns and join the team returning to school.

"Do you still have facial lessons?"

"Huono!"

Morning reading class was stopped by the head teacher.

were stopped together,

This is what Huang Ye's classmates wanted to do by reading early to catch up on their sleep.

"You haven't awakened yet, and you can't even go to college."

"Does it make sense to come to morning reading?"

"Why don't you take your classmates to the gods to confess!"

The head teacher with gray hair on his temples had a serious expression on his face.

Each class has an awakening indicator.

The current situation is equivalent to more than ten people failing to graduate from high school.

It can be seen that the pressure is extremely high.

"Yesterday was quite fruitful. At least one female classmate became a contract believer."

"Today, two people must awaken no matter what."

"Keep the number down to single digits."

The head teacher lost his face and left.

There are three days left for the college entrance examination.

Let them review on their own.

For those who have not yet awakened, the highest diploma they can obtain is high school level.

"Thank you for your hard work, brother."

The study committee members at the same table expressed sympathy.

"It's okay, sleep with you."

Huang Ye stood up calmly.

"Then I'll keep lying down."

Huang Ye watched his deskmate sleeping happily while reading aloud.

He also walked out of the class, followed by ten people.

"Psychological Committee, you are going in the wrong direction."

"That's the dormitory over there."

"The temple is on the wrong side."

Kind reminder from classmates.

Huang Ye waved his hand: "It's okay, you go and confess first."

"I'm going back to the dormitory."

Several classmates who stayed up all night together also struggled for a moment.

Then he said firmly: "I will accompany Huang Ye."

The eleven people were divided into two groups and walked in two directions.

"I took a shower and it felt so comfortable."

"The filter of staying up late playing games is finally broken."

"I'm so tired."

In the dormitory, several people were lying happily on the bed, looking satisfied.

"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go to college?"

After Huang Ye washed up, he was shirtless and his muscles were well-proportioned and lean.

He put a towel on his shoulders and wiped the moisture from his hair.

"You're not afraid, so what am I afraid of?"

"Yes, I know my situation. I can't save myself, and it's even less likely that God will take a fancy to me."

"Go to sleep, you can have everything in your dreams, including some extraordinary abilities."

Huang Ye heard this and reminded: "I will go to the temple later."

"It's okay, no need to call us."

"Good night, Psychological Committee."

"Did you see me kill alone last night?"

"That's my move, show off!"

"Keep your voice down, go to sleep..."

Huang Ye remained silent.

Drape a towel on a hanger.

Then wash the clothes and dry them.

Then I put on a clean but wrinkled school uniform.

Looking at the sleeping people, he silently exited the dormitory.

In the temple.

Hundreds of people were seated.

They all faced the contracted idol and silently repented.

Or they recite the teachings silently, hoping to influence the gods.

Huang Ye scanned around and after seeing his classmates, he sat nearby in the first row.

He stared at the contracted statue for a long time before slowly closing his eyes.

In his mind, those cemeteries were getting closer and closer.

And his figure appeared again on the winding dirt road.

The surrounding fog has dispersed quite a bit.

With a wider field of vision, Huang Ye could clearly feel that the pressure on his body had been reduced a lot.

He raised his stiff arms and smiled happily.

"Yesterday, I could only move my eyes."

Experiencing the changes, Huang Ye was quite satisfied.

Although the limbs are like rusty gears, added lubricant.

But it's better than freezing in place, unable to move.

He lowered his head slightly.

Looking at the wooden monument again, there are new changes.

"Path: Destruction."

"Tomb owner: Huang Ye."

"Level: Level 60 (Gravedigger)."

"Advanced ritual: massacre the city, kill tens of thousands of people (not yet carried out)."

Yes.

Huang Ye reached level 60.

After killing level 37 Panson and his contracted beast.

Full of experience.

The ice that represents the shackles has also melted.

This change was unexpected.

Huang Ye's original plan was to escape from the evening self-study and clean up the extraordinary rioters in his hometown.

No more now.

It's even more important to keep a low profile.

"I guess it's because of the white dog."

Huang Ye was silent.

The information revealed by Xu Gou made him feel uneasy.

The twelve zodiac signs are clearly the top existences of contract beasts.

Although they have a lot of experience, they are also very threatening.

Especially mind-reading, which almost exposed Huang Ye.

Hard to guard against.

"How can you live in an orthodox city and not bear risks?"

Huang Ye was very open-minded.

Then he looked away from the wooden tablet.

He turned to the wooden-handled shovel stuck in the dirt pile.

To be able to appear in the sea of ​​consciousness and be accompanied by a strange cemetery, it must be something other than a mortal thing.

Huang Ye thought about it for a long time.

At this moment, his expression darkened and he tried to reach out again.

…

Chengnan Avenue.

8 km away from the riot ruins subway station.

It has been heavily blocked.

Many vehicles piled up, causing traffic congestion.

"Brother, what happened ahead?"

"I don't know."

"But it looks serious. The sheriff forbids taking photos and has set up a shed."

"It's really strange."

"I saw a message from Fetion saying that a genius captain died."

"He was sent by the main city of Contract."

"Is it true?"

"Don't ask about this kind of thing, be careful of getting into trouble."

"But the murderer is really bold, killing people in the street."

"This has not happened in Contract City for a long time."

"It seems that the public security court will be busy."

"..."

The drivers whispered to each other.

They chose to pass through the desolate grass on both sides of the road, leaving many tire marks.

"Fuck, which wicked person threw the thumbtacks?"

A driver cursed.

A shed was set up on the road ahead.

The area of ​​20 meters in radius was covered.

Everyone in the shed had a serious look on their faces.

Among them was Pan Sen's cold body and a white dog with a broken skull.

Not far away, the motorcycle was broken and the pungent smell of gasoline was floating.

All the thumbtacks on the ground were marked.

Only the gravel on the road was scattered.

According to the person who received the call,

a driver who was driving tired hit a rock and tilted sideways, and then noticed the murder scene.

"Report."

"Confirmed to be a means of [destruction]."

A woman in a white robe reported:

"Pan Sen died from a thumbtack piercing his brain."

"This is the way of destruction, the talent skill after level 10: weakness breaking."

"And Pan Sen's contracted beast had a broken skull and internal organs bleeding, and there were obvious signs of gravity compression."

A middle-aged man listened silently and nodded solemnly.

Then he looked at the sheriff beside him:

"Tell me about the clues you found."

A young man said seriously: "Yes."

Then he picked up a sealed bag containing a deformed mobile phone.

He said: "The owner of this mobile phone is Chen Yun, a 25-year-old woman with congenital heart disease."

"The fire alarm was dialed from this number."

"Pan Sen received a report from a colleague at the subway station at 1:23 a.m. and left the community surveillance at 1:26 a.m."

The young man pointed to the road:

"There are tire scratches on the road one kilometer away. It was compared with Pan Sen's motorcycle and confirmed to be correct."

"Obviously, Pan Sen had already discovered the stalker at that time."

"Then..."

The young man cast his eyes on the scattered gravel pile in front of him.

"In order to avoid the rocks, Pansen chose to go around from the left front, but he was hit by a thumbtack and eventually fell down and was caught up by the murderer."

"According to the forensic results, Pansen and the contracted beast died at about 1:47."

"Based on this estimate, Pansen's car speed was 100 to 120 kilometers per hour and arrived here 17 minutes later."

"But he couldn't get rid of the murderer in a short time, which proves that the opponent's strength is above level 50."

"He is meticulous."

"And Pansen's encounter and death took no more than three minutes."

"Counting Pansen's fall and the opponent's strength."

"But it still took a few minutes to act, which can be inferred that the two probably knew each other and had a brief conversation."

"Judging from the size of the broken part of the contracted beast and the shallow footprints at the scene, the murderer is a man."

The middle-aged man listened in silence.

No expression.

He said loudly: "Are there any other discoveries?"

"Yes."

A contractor who was holding a pet said solemnly: "This place not only has the breath of [destruction]."

"There are also traces of [weirdness] left."

"The possibility of a gang committing the crime cannot be ruled out."

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was a layer of dissatisfaction on his face.

Immediately, he looked at the young man who had reported earlier: "Where is Chen Yun?"

The young man still had a sealed bag in his hand and said: "He had a heart attack, but he was probably scared to death."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "In other words. The murderer went to Chen Yun's residence first."

"Chen Yun was scared to death."

"The murderer got the phone, went to the subway station to set fire, and called the police to lure Pan Sen to death?"

The young man nodded seriously: "The clues point to this."

The middle-aged man asked: "Is there a surveillance camera at Chen Yun's residence?"

"It's an ordinary rental house over there, there is no surveillance camera. Because it was early in the morning, there were no witnesses."

The middle-aged man's face was tense.

Suddenly collapsed.

Revealing deep fatigue.

"Then investigate."

"Let the people in the security court close in."

"Don't play long games, just drain the pond."

"Find out all the cultists hiding in the city."

"Catch those who should be arrested, kill those who should be killed."

"Investigate thoroughly."

The surrounding security officers responded seriously: "Yes!"

Just then,

Someone held the phone with an anxious look on his face: "Deputy Court President, people from the main city are coming."

"They want to inquire about Pan Sen's case."

The deputy court president suddenly felt a headache and said irritably: "I know."

"I'll report it myself."

"You continue."

"Don't forget to check one by one those who have had contact with Pan Sen recently."

...

Contract Three.

The temple.

Huang Ye's eyelids twitched as he closed his eyes.

Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The next second.

The corners of his tightly pursed mouth slightly rose.

"I caught you."